Chapter 1499: An An will take care of her mother in the future
When the little guy heard Wen Xiaoai's words, he said to Wen Xiaoai sensibly and seriously: "An An will take care of her mother in the future and prevent her from getting sick, and so will her father." ”
Wen Xiaoai was so moved, the little cat demons in the clan were all naughty and mischievous, but her An An was so well-behaved.
She kissed the little one's little face: "Thank you, baby." ”
Jun Moyan hurriedly took a shower and came out, the speed was already fast enough, but he didn't expect the little guy to sneak over a few minutes while he was taking a bath.
As soon as he saw the little guy, Jun Moyan asked, "Why are you here?" ”
The little one looked at him and said nothing.
Wen Xiaoai hugged the little guy with one arm, and when she saw Jun Mo Yan coming out, she snorted at Jun Mo Yan: "An An is not asleep at all, you lie to the cat." ”
Jun Moyan didn't speak, he glanced at the little guy who occupied his place, and found that the door was not closed, so he said to the little guy emotionally: "The door is not closed." ”
Then I went and closed the door, turned off the lights, left a small bedside lamp, and lay down on the bed.
The little guy slept in the middle, being held in his arms by Wen Xiaoai, he didn't dare to look back at Jun Moyan, and he didn't want to look at Jun Moyan, he just wanted to see his mother.
"Sleep." Jun Moyan said to the little guy.
The little guy closed his eyes, but after a while, he secretly opened a little more to peek at Wen Xiaoai.
Wen Xiaoai spotted the peeking little guy and smiled.
The little one laughed along.
After a while, sleepiness struck, and the little guy secretly grabbed the corner of Wen Xiaoai's clothes, as if he was afraid that she would run away, so he closed his eyes and slept with peace of mind.
"An An?" Wen Xiaoai whispered to the little guy, and found that the little guy was asleep, so she whispered to Jun Moyan.
Seeing her yawning, Jun Moyan asked her to sleep.
Wen Xiaoai didn't want to sleep, she wanted to see the little guy more, and after more than three years of sleep, she didn't dare to sleep, and she was always afraid that she wouldn't wake up.
The room was very quiet, Wen Xiaoai watched the little guy fall asleep, and Jun Moyan looked at her.
Wen Xiaoai occasionally raised her eyes to look at Jun Moyan, and she didn't speak, just looked at him and smiled at him.
Wen Xiaoai, who was still very weak, couldn't hold it at all as soon as she felt sleepy, she held her eyelids for fighting, and told Jun Moyan to wake her up tomorrow.
Jun Moyan agreed to her, but she still repeated it several times uneasily, until her eyelids closed and she couldn't speak.
Jun Mo Yan looked at Wen Xiaoai who was asleep quietly, and was reluctant to look away for a moment, after a while, he got up, carefully picked up the little guy in Wen Xiaoai's arms, and then put it aside, covered him with a little quilt, and lay down in the position where the little guy had just slept.
He raised his hand to caress Wen Xiaoai's little face, rubbed the corners of her eyes with his fingertips, kissed her forehead lightly, and then hugged her, his forehead against her forehead, and he got very close to her, so that he had a sense of security.
He didn't dare to sleep more than Wen Xiaoai, he was afraid that when he woke up and found that it was a big dream, he was very afraid.
He was also reluctant to sleep, more than three years of waiting and endless torment had already dried up in his heart, and at this moment he just wanted to hold her so soberly and look at her.
He is like a dying plant in a barren land, which has been slowly reborn after a long drought and rain.
Night
Because of the severe motion sickness caused by the wind, after the two of them ate outside, the white clothes accompanied them back from walking as they went.
The two of them talked as they walked, but they didn't feel tired and far away.
It's just that when I returned to Wuyuan, it was a little late.
"You're not in a hurry to get back to the Holy City, are you?" The white clothes asked the wind to be annihilated.